ICU is scary.

It is, BUT: that's absolutely the best place for her to be when she's this sick. Which I'm sure Sean knows intellectually, but the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach probably isn't accepting logic right now.

But really, it's better she be in the ICU, where the staff is top-notch and can give her exactly the care and constant monitoring that she needs, versus being at home, or waiting for hours in an ER, etc.

I know you know all that, Sean, but as someone who's dealt with many many parental hospitalizations, I know how easy it is to listen to the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach instead of reminding yourself the logical stuff.

So let me be Captain Logic, and remind the pit of your stomach to ease up on you a bit.

And, Sean, I'm so sorry about what's happening with S. I hope everything is resolved as quickly as possible. In the meantime, try to take care of yourself so you can continue to take care of her.

In news of me, my new roommate moved in this weekend and he's a boy! Eee! It's been a while since I've lived with one. So far, I haven't really seen him at all. but he seems to be nice and considerate. And it should really help me get my financial sitch in order.

Cash, so sorry to hear jobguy didn't come through. Bill him out the wazoo!

Sean, go eat. Your body needs it; you've probably forced it into a low sugar situation and you need carbs, stat.

One thing I'll say for the hospital Hubby ends up in--aside from their lack of a program for Frequent Hospitalization Points--is that they've never quibbled about my lurking in a corner of whatever intense care room he ends up in. They never let me lurk when they were doing treatments, but so long as I wasn't in the way they let me stay. Though I tend to freak out the ER staff with my vulturish stare as they make my Hubby yell with pain.

It is so hard when someone you love is in the hospital. Leaving Scott at the hospital was like leaving my limbs, but worse. I was driving home to get him some stuff, and crying, because I wished I had someone with me. I stopped to think who I wanted with me, because my friends and family are really good about stuff like that, and realized the problem was, I needed Scott with me.

This is a long way of saying Captain Logic is right, both in telling the pit of your stomach to ease up, and about the eating something bland.

that's absolutely the best place for her to be when she's this sick. Which I'm sure Sean knows intellectually, but the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach probably isn't accepting logic right now.

Yes, and yes. It didn't help that they let me into to see her while she was still coming out of anesthesia, and that was about the scariest thing I've ever seen. She was awake, but not seeing, making noise but not talking, and moving in random ways. It was VERY distressing. It's part of why I was up so late -- After that, I had to wait until she was a little more like her normal self. She still wasn't all the way out by the time I left at about 1:00am, but I had to leave as I was exhausted and needed to lie down on a real bed.

Cashmere, that is such asshattedness, I don't even kow what. Did they at least give a reason why?

{{{{Seany}}}} Joe was trying to get a hold of you yesterday to ask you something. He said he'll try again this afternoon, I gave him the cell number.

In news of me, my new roommate moved in this weekend and he's a boy! Eee! It's been a while since I've lived with one. So far, I haven't really seen him at all. but he seems to be nice and considerate. And it should really help me get my financial sitch in order.

This is great news. Invisible roommates are often the best kind.

So let me be Captain Logic, and remind the pit of your stomach to ease up on you a bit.

Thanks, Steph. I'll try to listen.

I stopped to think who I wanted with me, because my friends and family are really good about stuff like that, and realized the problem was, I needed Scott with me.

Ow. Yeah, I'm so badly in need of love and comfort right now, but the person I want it from is the one in the hospital.

Ow.

Joe was trying to get a hold of you yesterday to ask you something. He said he'll try again this afternoon, I gave him the cell number.

Thanks, Aims. If he doesn't get ahold of me (I'll have to turn the cell phone off when I go inside to visit), I'll try to call him at home later in the afternoon.